Mandy is a psychedelic eye candy, with its tongue firmly planted in its cheek, like a moving heavy metal album cover, full of gore, hand-crafted axes and satanic drugs. So, that means the music is a fist-pumpin', beer-chuggin' riff rock anthology? Fortunately, no. I wouldn't stand a second in front of another self aware b-movie with "ironic" tunes. Fuck that shit.

Jóhannsson's posthumous soundtrack subverted the expectations which come naturally if you think about the whole art-house horror box that Mandy fits perfectly in, and escaped from all the unavoidable tropes, even if he used the mandatory synth melody on the only sentimental scene of the film, or the metal drone of Stephen O' Malley, whose appearance verges on self-deprecation. This soundtrack singlehandedly elevates the movie from an Evil Dead on drugs parody into a world that you need to experience.

Cruise (Force The Truth)

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